Not a chance in hell.
……
The car had barely merged onto the highway when I spotted Bernice Fox and her family of three standing on the shoulder, waving us down.
My stomach dropped. I turned to my husband. "What are they doing here? You're picking them up?"
Lambert Fox kept his hands on the wheel and eased the car toward the shoulder like it was nothing. "Bernice mentioned it yesterday. We're all family. More the merrier on the drive back."
Fury hit me like a wall.
"Lambert, have you lost your mind?"
"This is a five-seater. Add three more people and we're over capacity. You're gambling with my life and our son's!"
Lambert's brow furrowed, his tone sharp with irritation. "See, this is exactly why I didn't bother asking you. Bernice is my sister. What am I supposed to do, leave them stranded?"
He didn't bother asking because he already knew I'd say no. So he went behind my back.
Ever since I married Lambert, Bernice's family had mooched rides for every holiday, every long weekend. If Lambert and I planned a date, they'd tag along for that too. Never once offered gas money. Never once chipped in for tolls.